You had always been the 'mom' of the group. Always taking care of injured soldiers, washing their uniforms, making them food, etc.

Gaz loved the way you did everything for them, but wouldn't actually say it to your face.

You weren't aware of his feelings until one morning when you were cooking pancakes for all the soldiers, and he attempted to get your attention.

"Mom, can you pass me the syrup?"

It wasn't until the second after he said it that he realized what he just said.